Our days so far have been made up of finding parks and playgrounds for Conor. Our local playground is best in the evening, when it is very quiet.
But it can also have its moments after a lunch with Papa, where Conor had been a very good boy.
Yesterday we explored the Parc des Buttes Chaumont. The playground was a bit too old and had too many older kids, but there was an okay sandbox. Down by the lake however, I discovered a way better shaded sandbox, so we will definitely return, because Conor loves ducks (“quack” WAS his first discernible word after Mama and Baba after all…)
Then yesterday evening Karl was meeting a bunch of friends on the Pont des Arts for wine and nibbles. Conor and I formed the advance party while W had a conference call. Lots of people have left padlocks on the bridge as a symbol of their love for each other.
The view was pretty nice too…